Silas stood up at the movies today and lectured a mom of a crying baby. In a cute way.

Silas- "MOMMY! WHY THAT BABY CRYING? WHY THAT MAMA DOESN'T HUG THE BABY???"Me- shushing him and whisper explaining that I'm sure the mommy or daddy is helping and that the baby is okay, it's just crying because it doesn't have words, etcSilas- "THAT POOR BABY STILL CRYING! I'M SO SAD FOR THE BABY! HEY BABY'S MOMMY? MAYBE THAT BABY NEEDS A HUG? TRY HUGGING THE BABY!"Me- tons more shushing, lots of begging him to be quiet, more whisper explaining.Silas- "TRY GIVING THE BABY SOME MILK! MAYBE A BOTTLE OR MAYBE BOOBIES, SOME BABIES LIKE BOOBIES SOME LIKE BOTTLES!"Me- my friend and I were basically dying at this point. Torn between dying of funniness or embarrassment. nearly bribing him to please dear gawd whisper, dont yell.Silas- "OH THAT POOR POOR BABY! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP THAT POOR SAD BABY! WHY DID THAT MAMA BRING THAT BABY IN HERE! IT DARK AND NOISY AND BABIES DONT LIKE DARK AND NOISY! THAT POOR BABY IS SO SCARED! OH NO! WAIT! MAYBE IT'S A PEEPEE! DOES THE BABY HAVE TO PEEPEE! THE POTTY IS RIGHT OUT THE DOOR!"Me- threatening to make him leave if he says one more word

Finally the baby stopped crying, and Silas THEN decided to whisper about how happy he is for the baby and that he bets the mommy is so happy that he was helping her fix the baby.

A few minutes later, more crying and that whole scene played out again, with neighboring moms in tears laughing.

Me: "Lucy (3), what book do you want to read tonight? How about Where the Wild Things Are?"Lucy: "I told you a thousand times I want to read Peter Rabbit so let's just do that."I swear, I had a glimpse of what life will be like with a teenage daughter who is just so over how stupid her mom is.

_________________It's not like I'm busting out my boobie tassles and shouting, "BEHOLD! THE MIRACLE OF LIFE!" - TheCrabbyCrafter

A couple weeks ago Felix, 3 years old, asked me why all the dinosaurs died. I told him, "Well, no one really knows for sure, but they think a meteor, which is a big rock from space, hit the earth a really, really, really long time ago and caused the dinosaurs to die out.""Oooooohhhhhhh, right!" He says.

Later on, he retold this theory to my parents. "Last night a meateater came and smashed all of the dinosaurs and then they died!"

Me: "Lucy (3), what book do you want to read tonight? How about Where the Wild Things Are?"Lucy: "I told you a thousand times I want to read Peter Rabbit so let's just do that."I swear, I had a glimpse of what life will be like with a teenage daughter who is just so over how stupid her mom is.

Ha ha ha ha. The Emperor (almost 3) and I have conversations like this all. the. time. Yesterday his dad asked him something... I think if he was done his dinner or something... and he rolled his eyes and said "sorry dad, I don't really want to talk about this right now." Attitude!

A couple weeks ago Felix, 3 years old, asked me why all the dinosaurs died. I told him, "Well, no one really knows for sure, but they think a meteor, which is a big rock from space, hit the earth a really, really, really long time ago and caused the dinosaurs to die out.""Oooooohhhhhhh, right!" He says.

Later on, he retold this theory to my parents. "Last night a meateater came and smashed all of the dinosaurs and then they died!"

Ha ha! I love this!

_________________Everyone turns into Boo Radley, if they live long enough ~ seitanicversesThere are as many ways to live as there are humans in the world ~ SchwaGrrrl

A couple weeks ago Felix, 3 years old, asked me why all the dinosaurs died. I told him, "Well, no one really knows for sure, but they think a meteor, which is a big rock from space, hit the earth a really, really, really long time ago and caused the dinosaurs to die out.""Oooooohhhhhhh, right!" He says.

Later on, he retold this theory to my parents. "Last night a meateater came and smashed all of the dinosaurs and then they died!"

You can tell him that the meteor (well, asteroid) idea is now the official theory. Whatever that means, exactly.

VERY LOUD conversation at a local restaurant just after my 4 year old niece had returned from a trip to the bathroom:

4 year old Niece: Do they have prunes here? I need prunes to help me get my poopy out! My poopy is stuck and prunes will help it out!3 year old Nephew: Sometimes poopy gets stuck in my bottom too. I need prunes too.2 year old Niece: Poop! Poop! POOPY!

There will probably be a similar conversation amongst these three in another 70 years.

Lucy (3), who is recovering from food poisoning and is tired, apparently said this to one of her friends at preschool: "I'm really grumpy because I woke up at 3. So, get out of my face." We are so proud. :/

_________________It's not like I'm busting out my boobie tassles and shouting, "BEHOLD! THE MIRACLE OF LIFE!" - TheCrabbyCrafter

So we've been reading The Hobbit to the Emperor before bed, because he has reached the age where he wants to hear longer stories etc. It's been really fun so far, in part because he has all these new concepts and ties things in to the real world in funny ways.

Like yesterday we were going out in our rain jackets and he was like mama! We're all wearing hoods! Like the dwarves!!! So then we played dwarves all day, walked through Mirkwood to get to the grocery store, etc.

So he wanted to pick dwarf names for us. He decided to be Thorin (the king) instantly. He decided his brother was Balin. When it came time to pick a name for me, he was like, you're Bombur of course!